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December
All that's left is a girl,
With a smile to light the world,
and a face I can't remember.
There's snow, like it's December.
She mumbles words slowly,
As if the meaning is lowly.
Crystal clear words that sing,
In my heart they become king.
An awkward confession to
Join me like she'd like to.
How did I ever get to blessed,
that December in the past.
To hear my love mumble to
Me, "I love you."
With a smile to light the world,
and a face I can't remember.
There's snow, like it's December.
She mumbles words slowly,
As if the meaning is lowly.
Crystal clear words that sing,
In my heart they become king.
An awkward confession to
Join me like she'd like to.
How did I ever get to blessed,
that December in the past.
To hear my love mumble to
Me, "I love you."
Published 17th Nov 2014
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